11.09.2009 - 18.09.2009
Friday felt like a long day with hangovers galore & we didn’t finish till 1ish. Vix then chilled as I caught the Brisbane train from Beerburrum station. After a quick shop I hit the net at Peterpans & skyped Insure & Go to get our travel insurance extended, which took an hour waiting for a vital form to be emailed! More annoyingly I discovered a downside to public internet – admin restrictions – in this case no save option. Instead I had to walk to the other Peterpans in the city, fill out the form & email it back thus missing the 6pm train! I ended up having to catch the 7pm train to Caboolture & the 8pm train to the Glass House Mountains where I was kindly picked up by Padrick who gave me the leftovers of his dinner!
Saturday we worked hard on the festivals getting 60 + 30 crates filled. We caught the train to Caboolture & were picked up by Kev & Sylv. We all drove to Woolomba & were joined by Sam & Linda on the train to South Brisbane Station. The reason for this trip was to take part in the annual Riverfire Festival.
We fought our way through the massive crowd of people & numerous stalls snacking on cereal bars & $3 sausage sizzles (consisting of a slice of bread, a little onion & red sauce). We were treated to the Aussie equivalent of the Red Arrow display (fast jets formation flying, loop-the-loop, coloured jetstreams) which took me back to the wonderful days I saw similar events back in England with Mum & Dad as a child. An F15 tornado shot across the sky & we felt the intense heat as the the afterburn caught fire above us. The best part of the day occurred just after 7pm. There was a countdown then dramatic music blared up which synchronized with an incredible firework display. Now I’ve seen many displays in the past & recent years have been less impressed. However, what we saw that night was breathtaking.
The sky lit up in an explosion of colours & sound, rockets shooting into the air from the tops of tall buildings, barges on the river & even the bridges. The show lasted for a solid twenty minutes but could have gone on forever. Finally the night came to a close at 7.30pm & we fought our way through the crowd back to the train station where we waited an hour for the next tightly packed train. We got back to Uncle Kev’s pretty late & so had a brief meal before going to bed.
Sunday was easier than usual chaotic morning as Uncle Kev took care of breakfast & our pack up & dropped us at work. We began on some crappy lanes, taking 3hrs to pick 7-10 crates. With plenty of food & water we managed to triple the amount filling 30-40 crates, leaving the rest of the day to chill with our housemates.
Monday we got up at 7am as it was our day off. We spent it wisely chatting, chilling & reading & in the afternoon enjoyed lazing on Kings Beach with Amy & Padrick.
The next few days (Tuesday through to Friday) blended into one with the same routine of work & relaxation at the house not really even worth mentioning, though we had gotten to like the ease & security of it.